Today is my daughter’s first day of primary school! She was so excited this morning that we arrived forty minutes early and once the principal opened the gate she ran with her little backpack on to be at the front of the line. The mental image of my daughter’s happiness and excitement will be forever ingrained in my mind, and I am so happy about that. I’m so excited to hear about her day when I pick her up this afternoon. I will probably be forty minutes early because I’m just so looking forward to seeing her.
It’s time for me to go and pick up my daughter. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, and yes I’m leaving an hour early, but I want to make sure I’m there when she’s ready. It’s an easy twenty minute drive to her school and I will be able to drop her off and pick her up every day.
I’ve been driving for five minutes now and something seems off. I’ve actually just pulled over because I feel unsafe. I don’t know what’s wrong but something is and I’m not letting my daughter get in the car if it isn’t roadworthy. I’m going to have to call a local mechanic workshop. Toowoomba has a couple of local mechanics and so I should be able to get onto one and back on the road soon. Luckily I left an hour earlier than I needed to.
I just called the mechanic and explained what the car felt like while I was driving it, and the mechanic suggested that the issue may be with my tyres. He’s on his way now and will do a roadside tyre fitting for me so that I can be on my way and pick up my daughter. I’ll still be on time to get her; I just won’t be early. I suppose that’s okay, as long as I get to see her bright smile and hear the stories of her first day.